This blog is a space for me to share the wonders of parenthood, my experiences with my twin toddler boys, my new little baby, and my big baby – my husband!

Mirror mirror on the wall

There is something magical about mirrors and little kids. It’s not the vanity of a pouting lady putting on lipstick or a well buffed dude surveying his six pack. It is an innocent and curious discovery of self…a peek at oneself from the outside…a world of exploration that exists for preschoolers and little ones that is fascinating to watch.

Which is why it has always been important for me to have a full size mirror accessible to the boys.

Amu provides us with endless entertainment in front of the mirror on his book cupboard. If one were to peek into the room when he is busy at play, chances are you will spot him making faces at himself in the mirror, or turning himself this way and that to see if he can get a look at his own back.

Today was one such evening. I walked into the room to see him wearing tons and tons of glittering beads and posing away, checking himself out and even kissing his reflection. The expressions were classic!

After a while (thankfully) he moved away from himself and the mirror and spent the next half our decking up his trucks with the beads and having long imaginary conversations! The beads were cords, chains, treads, decoration as he wove his story around them and the trucks.

Mirrors are an important part of the environment for infants, toddlers and preschoolers. They help children develop a concept of self, a construction of one’s own image. They are a great tool for perception too and provide an array of exciting exploratory experiences for children. Mirrors can easily become a center for fantasy play, inquiry, discovery and experimentation! In fact mirrors are an important part of the Reggio environment!

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About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me...
I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies
I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on.
Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints.
I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart.
I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth.
My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet.
I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood.
Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints
My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper.
mom - a word that defines me!